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all give the word； ‘Rise； follow Me！’”
St。 John said these words as he pronounced his sermons； with a quiet； deep voice； with an unflushed cheek； and a coruscating radiance of glance。 He resumed—
“And since I am myself poor and obscure； I can offer you but a service of poverty and obscurity。 You may even think it degrading— for I see now your habits have been what the world calls refined： your tastes lean to the ideal； and your society has at least been amongst the educated； but I consider that no service degrades which can better our race。 I hold that the more arid and unreclaimed the soil where the Christian labourer’s task of tillage is appointed him—the scantier the meed his toil brings—the higher the honour。 His； under such circumstances； is the destiny of the pioneer； and the first pioneers of the Gospel were the Apostles—their captain was Jesus； the Redeemer； Himself。”
“Well？” I said； as he again paused—“proceed。”
He looked at me before he proceeded： indeed； he seemed leisurely to read my face； as if its features and lines were characters on a page。 The conclusions drawn from this scrutiny he partially expressed in his succeeding observations。
“I believe you will accept the post I offer you；” said he； “and hold it for a while： not permanently； though： any more than I could permanently keep the narrow and narrowing—the tranquil； hidden office of English country incumbent； for in your nature is an alloy as detrimental to repose as that in mine； though of a different kind。”
“Do explain；” I urged； when he halted once more。
“I will； and you shall hear how poor the proposal is；—how trivial— how cramping。 I shall not stay long at Morton； now that my father is dead； and that I am my own master。 I shall leave the place probably in the course of a twelve…month； but while I do stay； I will exert myself to the utmost for its improvement。 Morton； when I came to it two years ago； had no school： the children of the poor were excluded from every hope of progress。 I established one for boys： I mean now to open a second school for girls。 I have hired a building for the purpose； with a cottage of two rooms attached to it for the mistress’s house。 Her salary will be thirty pounds a year： her house is already furnished； very simply； but sufficiently； by the kindness of a lady； Miss Oliver； the only daughter of the sole rich man in my parish—Mr。 Oliver； the proprietor of a needle… factory and iron…foundry in the valley。 The same lady pays for the education and clothing of an orphan from the workhouse； on condition that she shall aid the mistress in such menial offices connected with her own house and the school as her occupation of teaching will prevent her having time to discharge in person。 Will you be this mistress？”
He put the question rather hurriedly； he seemed half to expect an indignant； or at least a disdainful rejection of the offer： not knowing all my thoughts and feelings； though guessing some； he could not tell in what light the lot would appear to me。 In truth it was humble—but then it was sheltered； and I wanted a safe asylum： it was plodding—but then； pared with that of a governess in a rich house； it was independent； and the fear of servitude with strangers entered my soul like iron： it was not ignoble—not unworthy—not mentally degrading； I made my decision。
“I thank you for the proposal； Mr。 Rivers； and I accept it with all my heart。”
“But you prehend me？” he said。 “It is a village school： your scholars will be only poor girls—cottagers’ children—at the best； farmers’ daughters。 Knitting； sewing； reading； writing； ciphering； will be all you will have to teach。 What will you do with your acplishments？ What； with the largest portion of your mind— sentiments—tastes？”
“Save them till they are wanted。 They will keep。”
“You know what you undertake； then？”
“I do。”
He now smiled： and not a bitter or a sad smile； but one well pleased and deeply gratified。
“And when will you mence the exercise of your function？”
“I will go to my house to…morrow； and open the school； if you like； next week。”
“Very well： so be it。”
He rose and walked through the room。 Standing still； he again looked at me。 He shook his head。
“What do you disapprove of； Mr。 Rivers？” I asked。
“You will not stay at Morton long： no； no！”
“Why？ What is your reason for saying so？”
“I read it in your eye； it is not of that description which promises the maintenance of an even tenor in life。”
“I am not ambitious。”
He started at the word “ambitious。” He repeated； “No。 What made you think of ambition？ Who is ambitious？ I know I am： but how did you find it out？”
“I was speaking of myself。”
“Well； if you are not ambitious； you are—” He paused。
“What？”
“I was going to say； impassioned： but perhaps you would have misunderstood the word； and been displeased。 I mean； that human affections and sympathies have a most powerful hold on you。 I am sure you cannot long be content to pass your leisure in solitude； and to devote your working hours to a monotonous labour wholly void of stimulus： any more than I can be content；” he added； with emphasis； “to live here buried in morass； pent in with mountains—my nature； that God gave me； contravened； my faculties； heaven… bestowed； paralysed—made useless。 You hear now how I contradict myself。 I； who preached contentment with a humble lot； and justified the vocation even of hewers of wood and drawers of water in God’s service—I； His ordained minister； almost rave in my restlessness。 Well； propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means。”
He left the room。 In this brief hour I had learnt more of him than in the whole previous month： yet still he puzzled me。
Diana and Mary Rivers became more sad and silent as the day approached for leaving their brother and their home。 They both tried to appear as usual； bat the sorrow they had to struggle against was one that could not be entirely conquered or concealed。 Diana intimated that this would be a different parting from any they had ever yet known。 It would probably； as far as St。 John was concerned； be a parting for years： it might be a parting for life。
“He will sacrifice all to his long…framed resolves；” she said： “natural affection and feelings more potent still。 St。 John looks quiet； Jane； but he hides a fever in his vitals。 You would think him gentle； yet in some things he is inexorable as death； and the worst of it is； my conscience will hardly permit me to dissuade him from his severe decision： certainly； I cannot for a moment blame him for it。 It is right； noble； Christian： yet it breaks my heart！” And the tears gushed to her fine eyes。 Mary bent her head low over her work。
“We are now without father： we shall soon be without home and brother；” she murmured；
At that moment a little accident supervened； which seemed decreed by fate purposely to prove the truth of the adage； that “misfortunes never e singly；” and to add to their distresses the vexing one of the slip between the cup and the lip。 St。 John passed the window reading a letter。 He entered。
“Our uncle John is dead；” said he。
Both the sisters seemed struck： not shocked or appalled； the tidings appeared in their eyes rather momentous than afflicting。
“Dead？” repeated Diana。
“Yes。”
She riveted a searching gaze on her brother’s face。 “And what then？” she demanded； in a low voice。
“What then； Die？” he replied； maintaining a marble immobility of feature。 “What then？ Why—nothing。 Read。”
He threw the letter into her lap。 She glanced over it； and handed it to Mary。 Mary perused it in silence； and returned it to her brother。 All three looked at each other； and all three smiled—a dreary； pensive smile enough。
“Amen！ We can yet live；” said Diana at last。
“At any rate； it makes us no worse off than we were before；” remarked Mary。
“Only it forces rather strongly on the mind the picture of what might have been；” said Mr。 Rivers； “and contrasts it somewhat too vividly with what IS。”
He folded the letter； locked it in his desk； and again went out。
For some minutes no one spoke。 Diana then turned to me。
“Jane； you will wonder at us and our mysteries；” she said； “and think us hard…hearted b